Healing Love

Chapter 28

Freddie's P.O.V.

Never in a million years I would have imagined that Rose's new lover would ask my permission to date her. How would a person react to that? More like, what could I possibly do in that situation? I have the chance to step back and say I changed my mind 'I cannot give my wife to you', or I say 'sure I can help you pack her suitcase'. This was harder than I thought; I would have thought: sure Rosie is seeing someone. I don't know who he is, I haven't seen her sneak out to see him, but I know he's there. I keep ignoring the fact that she is basically cheating on me simply because I don't see it, and yet I believe that's the best for her, BUT, it's way different to think of all of that than to witness it like this. This shit was not the same as thinking of all of the ways I could talk to her about a separation; this was a pain in the ass, and not in a good way. I felt some kind of anger; the one I have never felt before, and the one I was fighting hard to hold in. Two simple words were so hard to say. Take her, and yet my voice was refusing to come out. I felt a hot sweat run down my forehead, and I now my lips felt hot too.

Rosie was looking at me; her face showed frustration and worry. She was waiting impatiently –even more than he was- as she reflected a heavy breathing. She was twisting her index finger with such a worry that almost screamed 'please say yes Freddie, but don't get mad' or at least that's what I thought.

I took a deep breath; I was going to regret this my whole- or short-life. I felt a huge pity about myself, but I loved Rose, and as I loved her to death I had no other choice. I was a loser but my love for her was beyond that.

"So?" He asked impatiently.

"Oh. Well dear. Seeing how things are going, I'd rather be selfish here. I will NEVER ever give you my wife even if I was dead and buried a million miles away from you. How does that sound?"

"What on earth-?"

"Now OUT! Get out of my house NOW!"

I changed my mind in the last minute; I was so in love with this young woman I could not let her go. I knew she loved me the way I love her, and she'd refuse to any kind of cheating if I asked her to; I had so much faith in her. If I have the chance to have her with me then I'd do the impossible to keep her by my side; I'd fight for her, and even die for her if I had to. No matter how sick or tired I was, I would always have the courage to say stay with me.

Evan was pissed as if he had just been humiliated; someone must have hurt his ego. I could see he was grossed out and confused; probably by us. He made another disgusted face as he grabbed his stuff. He didn't say a word, and ran out the house; this time I was sure he would never come back.

I turned back to Rosie; now she was looking scared and pale. She wanted to speak but her tears were probably going to come out first. Her worry was slowing down, but it was still there. I didn't get what It was: was she mad at me for leaving her without a boyfriend? Was she feeling bad for me? Was she feeling caught? Whatever it was, there was something there, but I didn't care; I wanted to hold her tight.

"I..." She said slowly. Her voice was quietly going to the verge of tears.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't. You're still my wife, and I want to be with you..."

She started crying quietly.

"I know... but what why are you apologizing for doing what you had to do?"

"Because I know you liked him and-"

"What? Freddie, hell no. What are talking about?" she seemed to be confused as fuck. I don't know what was going or what she meant by that. The man asked me himself.